Now I can’t tell you exactly when I started hating the Bruins – I think it was just something I adopted over the years. Maybe it was the fact that I disliked proto-power forward Cam Neely, that they stole away ‘knuckles’ Nilan and ran him ragged, or maybe I couldn’t stand that they signed one of my favorite goalies of all time back in the 90s – Andy Moog…

Sorry Pat. That was blasphemy...

All I can tell you is, over the years I’ve grown to dislike the Bruins more and more every year. Up in my neck of the woods, there aren’t too many B’s fans. Perhaps its due to the large number of Franco-Ontarians in the area, or its close proximity to the self proclaimed centre of the hockey universe, Toronto (more like the sucking wound, or smelly arse-hole.) But after last year’s performance, a few more fans have popped out of the woodwork. Have they removed the paper bags off their heads, stepped out of the closet and embraced who they truly are?

I don’t know, and I don’t care. True fan or fairweather fan, if you sport the Black and Gold, I hate you and the team you support. The sad thing is, they start young too.

He may be cute - but he's evil!

This is my friend Aaron. He and his wife just had a bouncing baby boy last week, and I couldn’t be happier for the two of them. The child is going to have a great upbringing because the two of them are absolutely great people. Then I saw this, and now I don’t know what to think any more.

Then it dawned on me… he named the boy… Cameron. At first I thought – hey that’s a great name. I know a few Cameron’s and they’re pretty good guys. Then the hamster started turning the wheel in my head and the light went on and then… Cam! Uh-oh.. seriously?

I think this may be the first baby I am forced to hate. I’ve sent a care package to reverse the damages… I hope its not too late.

See. Look how HAPPY this kid is.

I’ll have to check in on them tonight to see how they’re doing. Perhaps the fever will pass and everything will be back to normal. Perhaps that case of Tim Thomas-itis won’t progress into that terminal disease called Neely-ism. Either way, there’s going to be a long road to recovery. I hope he’ll pull through and be the inspiration for all babies suffering all over the world.

That’s right, Habaneros – I care. I care about the children.

Oh yeah, and about that game tonight – Habs 3-1 for the win. I consulted some expert opinion on this, but I wanted to be a bit more cautious.

DA HAABBSSSS... 42, BAH-STAN... ZIP - If coach Gainey laces up da skates... Habs 200, BAH-stan zip.

Our boy Jaro Halak is expected to start tonight, so let’s give him all the help he can get so we can get a leg up on our hated rivals. With the way the new guys have been putting the puck into the net lately, we could see a 42 goal win…

Here’s to being optimistic.

FROMAGE! Take a picture - you won't see this face too often.

Everyone has a story as to how they end up cheering for their favourite sports team. Today, I’m going to tell you how I came to be a fan of the Montreal Canadiens at the tender age of 6. I haven’t looked back since – and over a quarter century later, I’m still as passionate about les Bleu, Blanc et Rouge (that’s blue, white and red for you non-frenchies) as I was back then. Here’s how it all went down.

I received my first pair of skates from my old landlord when I was 5 years old. I would play shinny hockey with the older kids from the neighbourhood on a creek that froze over in the winter. At that point, my eyes opened up to the sport, and I finally realized the allure of plunking your ass down in front of the TV at 7 pm EST every Saturday night with the channel turned to the CBC for their broadcasts of Hockey Night in Canada. In those days, Dave Hodge and Don Cherry wore baby blue blazers and the intermission segments were set up in more of a newscast format. I would join my father as we watched a game each weekend, and it became a weekly ritual. Except there was one problem.

I don`t like the Leafs. No matter what my father did to convince me otherwise, the Leafs were too boring for my tastes and lost too often to be taken seriously, which would lead to my interest waning by the middle of the second period. It wasn`t until I saw the explosive talent of this kid from Brantford that I started to pay attention to the hockey broadcasts fully.

That kid was Wayne Gretzky, and that year he amassed a record setting 212 points in a single season. He was my new favourite, and the young and talented Edmonton Oilers became my team. My folks bought me a Gretzky sweater for Christmas and I wore it with pride 7 days a week, 24 hours a day. Now, when I went to the creek to play hockey, I envisioned myself as a mini-Gretzky, channeling his skill to try and outplay the big kids. But there was another problem. I wasn`t the only one – there were 7 or 8 OTHER Gretzkys out there too. I`m not one for being the same as the next guy, so this just wouldn`t do.

One of the older kids sensed my disappointment and offered me some advice. He told me that there were 20 other teams to cheer for, all with players that were as fantastic as Gretzky (well not really, but he was trying to cheer me up). So he talked to my Dad and basically told him that I needed a team to call my own. So that Saturday, he plunked me down in front of the TV and told me to watch a few games here and there to see if there was a team that I could get behind. It took a few weeks, and I had to plug through games featuring Colorado, Detroit, and other snoozers and losers. I had lost a bit of faith – I didn`t want to cheer for a team by default. I wanted a connection with a team. I was too young to express that, but I knew what I felt.

One evening, the stars aligned and everything fell into place. My uncles were over at the house for a visit on a Saturday night to watch a big match up between two teams. I thought to myself, “Great, another Toronto and Detroit matchup. Boring.”

How wrong I was – you see, the main reason my uncles were over was to root for their respective teams, and tonight, it was Toronto and Montreal. Not knowing much about these team from La Belle Province, my uncle sat me down on the couch beside me and fed me all these wonderful stories about their history, their great players and all the championships they had won. Not to mention, they were first in their division, and perennial contenders for the Stanley Cup. I was intrigued, and after the first period I was hooked. Now this uncle of mine was my favourite uncle, and we had a strong bond (mainly because he had two daughters and always longed for a son). We were pretty close, so sharing our excitement over a team was something that I enjoyed.

I remember watching him jump off the couch after an overtime goal, and the passion he had while watching these little Frenchmen whipping around the ice, making the Leafs players look like pylons. I watched my uncle razz my father and other uncle, and I joined in. I remember that day vividly, because it was THE day I became a Montreal fan. I had found my team, and it will forever be one of my favourite childhood memories.

Much to my father`s dismay, I began sporting blue, white and red more frequently and became the black sheep of the family (along with my uncle) at an early age. Everyone else cheered for Toronto. Not me – and I`m a better person for it! I experienced the highs and lows with the team throughout the next 25 years – 2 Stanley Cup wins, the emergence of a young kid who would become the greatest goaltender of the modern era, and then the subsequent collapse of the team in the 90s, followed by a renewed enthusiasm and hope for the future.

If these first 25 years have been this great, I can`t wait for the next 25. And if the first 100 years of the franchise have been this successful, I can imagine how the next 100 will be. All I know is I love my team, and will support them until I`m gone and hanging out with the Forum ghosts in the afterlife. This guy is a Habanero for life.

Go Habs Go.